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Tight Space

Tight Space

Sometimes I get bored, 

Staring at the same spot. 

I want a different view, 

Tired of feeling distraught. 

It's very closed in here, 

Not much room at all. 

If only I could move, 

If only I could crawl. 

I can't feel my legs, 

I can't even speak. 

Sometimes when I scream, 

I make people shriek. 

I tried to claw my way out, 

But I have no nails. 

Sometimes if I'm lucky, 

I get greeted by the snails. 

My family visits me, 

But it hurts to see them cry, 

I wish I could say hello, 

But it would hurt to say goodbye. 

If I knew it was this lonely, 

Laying on an uncomfortable bed. 

I would've decided, To  

be cremated instead.

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Greg Etsell

hi Wayne I love this poem you tell  it from being dead and laying there wait for family to come and hope thay don't cry wow I use to go see my mom and dad every now agin and you make wonder if thay say here comes greg agin I stop going bec it would shake me up and I would be so trid after but I felt better going wow this a great poem I wish I could write like this have a wonderful day peace and love to you

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Greg Etsell

I love the photo the raven sitting on the grave

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Leandro Gonsales

Very cool. The picture you chose made it easier and brings the feeling your trying to paint. Completely understanding the dead soul. love it.

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